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nym lo – speedin’ lyrics

[chorus]
i’ve got my foot on the gas, they say i’m speedin’
headin’ to an early grave, well i’ve got reasons
every single night i’m gettin’ drunk and [?]
only the lord knows how much i need it
[?], but i ain’t ever tell they secrets
soon as i turn my back, they mouth is leakin’
i just wanna sell these drugs all weekend
middle fingers to the judge and f-ck the [?]

[verse 1]
throw me to the wolves, come back, i’m leadin’ the pack
never cold feet cause i keep the heat in my lap
ever since a youngin’ i [?]
the dope dealers had with the sweats and sneakers that match
as i look around i see n-ggas eatin’ from rap
then i start to think, i don’t need to be in the trap
but then i watch the money, i need to be in the trap
[?] my n-gga he cookin’ that
and if he f-ck it up then you make him bleed for the pack
then you cut him off, you tell him leave and don’t come back
but the game need you my n-gga [?]
cause these other n-ggas rhymin’, my n-gga, you speakin’ facts
like if you ain’t gon’ k!ll him then don’t be reachin’ for that
cause hollow tips come back and they’ll eat you for that
my old b-tch is better, she want me secretly back
but it’s money over b-tches, this life is teachin’ me that

[verse 2]
[?]

[voicemail]
sup, it’s melony
i didn’t wanna do this over the phone
but you haven’t been answering none of my calls, neither returning them
and we need to sit down and have a talk because i’m pregnant

- nym lo lyrics

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